I saw the above picture and the following words sprung to mind.
Hoping.
A twiggy brown deadness is tapping
my window.
The flowerless wisteria waits hoping
for Spring.
Its under-sized buds, tight but ready
for opening.
When will winter cease moaning, so
their colour might sing ?
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brevitas sublimas, when less is more than.. an exquisite little gem Fay and true... roll on spring eh
Thank you my friend - - small certainly is rather difficult for me as I am a born chatterer.
my sincere pleasure ..... N
A fine write Fay. yes, some snowdrops appeared really early, it seems. We can keep looking for buds and greenery to appear - signs of Spring.
Ah yes Orchi - - a lovely time is the turn of this month when snowdrops are showing themselves in sheltered places.
Or even: parva pulchrum est
Parva Pulchrum ? - - not my lingo I confess !!! Thank you anyways my artistic friend for your visit and comment.
Sorry - Latin - only showing off - following on from Neville's comment - 'little is beautiful' - not sure about sublimas.
Hoping is hopefully working, as always your words are amazing. Keep up the stellar work.
- T
Thank you heaps my dear Theta - your support is always much appreciated.
A PICTURE paints a thousand words !
Thanks for sharing FAY ~ YES buds are the harbingers of Spring ~ but in Essex we haven't had Winter yet ! Thanks for sharing ~
Yours as always BRIAN
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Yes winter can take its time leaving in your neck of the woods Brian - - yet buds are still preparing to show their fresh faces despite the cover of icy ground - thank a ton for your comment my friend.
Subtle. I read this as the human condition. Emotionally we are creatures of seasons we create. Let us hope we don't become too damaged by our winters frosts, and that we remain ever ready to blossom when sunshine once again lights our eyes.
I was hoping someone who see another side to this tiny coin D.A. -- our blossom should never become so damaged that our frozen branches shrink in size............. thanks for this lovely comment.
Beautiful. The Natural Cycles: the seasons, life/death - if we make it through the Winters, Spring awaits us.
Keep on climbing, keep on climbing! - Great poem Fay, had me feeling like singing. - Phil A.
Those buds are there ready to issue their majesty as your words do on this page.
We have some daffodil buds that I noticed yesterday.
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